Lieutenant Scheisskopf unveiled his epochal surprise that Sunday with all the aplomb of an experienced impresario.

But the chaplain’s impression of a prior meeting was of some occasion far more momentous and occult than that, of a significant encounter with Yossarian in some remote, submerged and perhaps even entirely spiritual epoch in which he had made the identical, foredooming admission that there was nothing, absolutely nothing, he could do to help him.